|FYI, She's smiling sarcastically.|
Now back to the show (literally):
SUBURGATORY (ABC Wednesday 8:30 EST)
I have to get this out: I do not know what universe Suburgatory is supposed to take place in. I have never been to a town or even housing development that was as white bread or terrifyingly clean as the one portrayed in this show*. It’s just so…creepy.
|You can tell how happy she is to be here.|
Tessa’s grown up without a mother, and her biggest shock in suburbia is the moms. How they’re all pink and plastic and drink sugar-free Red Bull. Most notably, Cheryl Hines’ Dallas, mother to Tessa’s “buddy” Dinah, who insists on giving Tessa some unwanted motherly advice. There's a pretty hilarious shopping trip for a “nice heterosexual dress shoe”**. Alan Tudyk also turned up as a friend of George’s, encouraging George to take advantage of all of the bored, attractive housewives. Suburbia was pretty thoroughly condemned, and I could see why (even if I still refuse to believe this place really exists).
|Not gonna lie, it was awesome.|
There’s also the end, which, frankly, was my favorite part. After demoralizing Tessa on the shopping trip, and pointing out that her sports bra is fugly (which it was, and I am in favor of comfortable undergarments), Dallas comes to Tessa with a present. A really nice bra. Because she knows that Tessa doesn’t have a mother around, that this is something they would have done together, and that sometimes even the unwilling need a little mothering. I liked that.
|Sweet. In an invasive, mean way.|
Plot wise, I hope it improves a little, because “new girl comes to town, hates it, learns to like it just a little” is horrifically generic, but I approved of the lack of love interest. Tessa’s a big girl. She doesn’t need a boy to hold her hand, and this show doesn’t need romantic tension to get it through. It’s doing just fine.
So, no, it didn’t blow my socks off. But it was nice, and I liked it, and I think Tessa is genuinely cool. I will totally watch this again.
Suburbia’s still not a real thing, though.
|And I refuse to believe anyone ever bought that outfit.|
*But I have often been told that my childhood experiences are not a good baseline, in the same way that a salad is not a good baseline comparison for cheeseburgers. Oh well.
**I wore Birkenstocks and combat boots all through high school and college. This resonated.